You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

What can I do, does she have to take tougher measures?

Lu Yanmu was very obedient, she pulled him to sit down, leaned on the sofa, stretched out his hand to pull on his tie, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and replied lightly, It's okay.

Qingmang was half sitting on the sofa, his small hand lightly pressed against his temple, and he looked at Lu Yanmu sideways.

The Lu Yanmu in my impression has never had such an expression, or in other words, there is no time when he is tired.

So his body has started to have problems?

Lu Yanmu, have you been very tired recently? Qingmang put his head on his shoulder, looked at him and asked.

Lu Yanmu only felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, and the girl's soft and waxy voice reached his ears like a breeze, taking away the remaining tiredness.

With a big palm, Qingmang fell into Lu Yanmu's arms and sat on his lap.

Before Qingmang could react, Lu Yanmu's chin rested on her shoulders, and he imprisoned her with both hands, with a bit of gentleness in his domineering.

Well, going out to mix really has to be paid back.

Qingmang just wanted to move when a low cello-like voice sounded in his ears: Don't move, let me lie down for a while.

Hearing the slight tiredness in the words, Qingmang's heart was soft and messed up, and he honestly nestled in his arms, not daring to move.

The sound of shallow breathing was right next to her ear, and the warm breath rushed on her neck, like a feather fan, slightly itchy, Qingmang wanted to scratch but dared not move, so it was a little uncomfortable.

She was hugged by Lu Yanmu, her back was leaning against him, her body temperature was penetrating through the thin clothes, and there was a hint of sultry heat. Although the air conditioner was on, I somehow felt a dry heat rising from the bottom of my heart and gradually spreading.

Qingmang was a little uncomfortable with this feeling, and wanted to move it, but he didn't dare to move. In the end, fine sweat oozes out from his forehead, and even the tip of his nose is covered with a layer of fine sweat.

Listening to the even breathing and smelling the familiar smell, Qingmang wanted to live a lifetime in peace and quiet, despite the hustle and bustle outside, they would have their own world.

Although Qingmang was being held, he didn't dare to relax completely, and his body was stiff the whole time. After a while, his back started to feel uncomfortable.

After moving a little, Lu Yanmu let out a low snort, so frightened that Qingmang didn't dare to move again, so as not to affect his rest.

But holding her like this, don't you think she's heavy? Aren't you afraid of crushing him again?

When he was thinking about waking him up, the door was pushed open and Song Yuan walked in with a bag.

After hearing the movement, Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, opened his eyes slowly, and looked at Song Yuan with a bone-crushing chill, extremely cold.

Song Yuan's blood was about to freeze as he saw that gloomy gaze, and he froze in place, not daring to move.

The eyes of the third master are really scary. Rao is that he often follows the third master, and he can't stand such eyes.

Qingmang naturally felt the chill that Lu Yanmu radiated for a moment, even though his embrace was warm, it was like a hotbed of chill, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

Reaching out his hand and gently tugging at Lu Yanmu's sleeve, he whispered, Lu Yanmu...

Was it because Lu Yanmu had been gentle in front of her for so long that she had forgotten what Lu Yanmu was like in the beginning?